How does a social butterfly cocoon? I'm a Taurus so by definition as an Earth Sign I don't mind hibernating at home, but I tend to bust out of my cocoon nearly every night. However, I have a strategy to satisfy the social butterfly in me that really just wants to binge on Netflix in bed. I'm a secret cocooner with a very active social life.
If a party is called for 8 pm, I am there by 8:15. I make sure I'm visible to the hosts and take a selfie to prove it. As long as it's not a sit down down dinner, I can be at valet by 830 pm and home by 9 pm. If it's a sit down dinner, things are a bit more complicated. However, I leave before dessert explaining that I need to walk the dog or catch a red eye. My old adage that I have a stomach bug has become a ubiquitous excuse intercepted by other would-be cocooners, unfortunately.
Living in LA, there are often multiple events on the same night. This is a great way to depart an obligation early. I believe in the democracy of the social butterfly so I hit all the events for a brief period and resume my cocoon at a reasonable hour.
Valet parking can hijack my cocoon-needs when the cars pile up at an event. Either Uber or give the attendant $20 to leave your car in the driveway. I always look for street parking to make my exit hassle-free. Sundays are off-limits for socializing so I send my regrets to any event on the day of rest unless it's a charity for children or animals.
There are other tricks in my arsenal but you'll have to wait for my self-help book: How To Cocoon in the Selfie Age. Speaking of cocooning, I write this from bed with Gary, my German Spitz, at my hip - deep in a cocoon.